“if there’s a native animal that deserves to be exterminated, it’s the freaking emu…” - newstopia
may i reiterate my loathing of this animal? i don’t feel it needs to be shot unlike its coat of arms buddy the kangaroo (and the source of newstopia’s joke), but it sure is uglier, and due to its origins in the line of evolution, a whole lot stupider. i’m not going to use this as an excuse to eat it, though. i am yet to acquire a taste for the native items on the menu.
miho matsuda clothes
i know i’ve written about them before, but all i’ve been wearing lately are skirts, and recently ordered a gingham check skirt from the webshop at great expense. i’m so enamoured with the style and quality of the designs, and intend to wear them forever (along with maybe a jane marple collection sometime in the future). yes, everywhere, work and not work.
other items:
changing all the romanji tags in mp3s to regular japanese, and likewise simplified chinese characters to traditional instead
to blog more, even if it’s essentially about “nothing” and some association i made up
yuriha blog (a lot of cafe hopping and jane marple rambling)
mapping out places to possibly go in hong kong while on street treks (record stores i missed last time, the odd gothic lolita shop for interest only)
i got a little overexcited when miho matsuda were having an online sale, which meant 50% off but at 11000 yen stuff was still out of my reach. this week the “final sale” began, so up to 70% off means i’m still stretching the bank after crescent shop fees but i’ll recover. i cut down to the bare minimum - nothing i would probably only wear once in a year, like some fancy dress, and none of the skirts since the waist was likely to be a tad too small. so here are my two choices: a men’s t-shirt (don’t mind something a bit bigger, and this size isn’t likely to be more than a bit loose), and a shirt dress (hoping the 38cm shoulders are okay, usually i go for 40cm as the minimum).
i can wear the shirt dress to work, so it’s a win. that’s mostly my criteria for clothes lately, whether they can fit into my work wardrobe. actually this is quite nice by usual work standards…
i also bought an umbrella which doubles as a parasol from the department store the other day, which went right to work when i stepped off the bus. there’s another layer under the waterproof one, which earns it an spf rating of 50+. it’s black with tiny red roses all over it, so fits into my collection of black stuff.
parasol carrying is quite common in asia, although i always thought they were a bunch of sun shy nincompoops after a lily white complexion. actually that’s not so bad. when i was a kid i had the idea that my freckles would multiple sufficiently in the sun so that it’d just look like a tan. uh… plus every year i can count more moles on my arms and the side of my face…
so far around here the only people i’ve seen carrying parasols are old ladies (i spotted an apricot lacy one with a white handle) and goths. yes, parasols, guaranteed to give you an air of weird, but worth it to stop my head feeling like a cooking egg.
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